Buttercups running aloof
in mi cluttered mind
of discomfort
Leaflets flapping
as the world turns
mournfully
on its side
Turnstiles of my life
flipping through
the pages of time
and all i can see is
misery
Flowers cresting
in the space they’re
allowed
hoping for the light
the rain...
the time-
Memories wafting
by the impulse of wind
billowing, bellowing
the new season
begins
yet all i can see is the
scenery of despair
Tormented tides
slapping upside mi head
drowning mi tears
as if i were dead
Wandering dreams
of days future past
i’m trying mi damndest
to make mi life
l...a...s...t...
But all i can see
is languishing fear
******** and moaning
not seeing the light
Aug 20, 2010
Aug 20, 2010 at 3:50 AM UTC
Buttercups running aloof
in mi cluttered mind
of discomfort
Leaflets flapping
as the world turns
mournfully
on its side
Turnstiles of my life
flipping through
the pages of time
and all i can see is
misery
Flowers cresting
in the space they’re
allowed
hoping for the light
the rain...
the time-
Memories wafting
by the impulse of wind
billowing, bellowing
the new season
begins
yet all i can see is the
scenery of despair
Tormented tides
slapping upside mi head
drowning mi tears
as if i were dead
Wandering dreams
of days future past
i’m trying mi damndest
to make mi life
l...a...s...t...
But all i can see
is languishing fear
******** and moaning
not seeing the light
From "Diary Dreams"
I don't know why I went on this tirade...I suppose just to get it off my chest. ***** and Moan, ***** and moan.
April 4, 2000
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